Larksong Grotto Gucci

come hunt with meeeee

The geese in this territory were down right stupid-- and mean. Jhala absolutely hated them. Their only upside was that they tasted pretty damn good, and therefore she tolerated them. Currently, she stalked a small group of them, hoping to take down one or two. It'd be easier with more wolves, but she was completely content with hunting by herself if she had to. The dark gamma walked through the grass, her head and body low, but her ears perked. Her stomach waited patiently to be fed.